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Everyone talks about how rewarding my job is. I often think about how it is so good for the animals but also at the same time it’s so good for me. I love the thought of being the one to show up and make their day.

I enjoy being the one to hang out and be around while their families are gone. I don’t mind driving back and forth. I know the love they feel from me is solid and graceful at the same time.

When I first started on ROVER right away I started to get request off of the ap as well. I was excited and business started to grow just by word of mouth.

Long story short, I ended up with a nice family who was only four minutes from my home!! In our new town! They happened to have a bunch of fur babies in their family and needed our help! So of course, we did a meet and greet and made a plan.

They had four dogs and cars too! Every pet had a story, it was the cutest thing.

Right away, they all stole my heart and became like family. They were our first large group, and I ended up spending my lunch break with them 1-3 times a week.

Naturally, we all grew familiar with each other. We still do the same visits and by now you could call us attached 🫠

Which is all fine and good.

BUTTTT the one thing I forgot to think about when I started to make this business a part of my life.…

…is the hurt we feel when one of the pets aren’t good, health wise… when you watch them progress… and they don’t get better they get worse, and eventually pass.

It’s the sadest thing. For anyone. Their families, the other pets, it’s just awful. Showing up to the house, with one less pet there. One less water bowl to fill. One less sneaky treat stealer. one less clap outside for potty. One less pup for me to try and convince to trade me laps in the yard for treats.

The only silver lining is I got to be the one to show up for her when her family needed me. When she needed me. We had fresh air breaks, sleepovers, a couple walks, and tons of treat fun in the back yard. Body rubs and praises! Prayers and made up songs! Even with cancer she made the most of it and she was so strong for that.

The day before her passing Gia and I spend our lunch break with her. Thankfully.

Bella, I hope you are in doggy heaven with endless treats. Your gang misses you and so do I. I’ll never forget you barking at my pocket for the treats.. even though I already hooked you up. Or the way you kept doing laps with me so I’d give you more. Better yet the way, every visit I had to tell you no Bella 15 times so you wouldn’t steal the other dogs stuff. You will be missed my girl.

Thank you for being apart of our journey

🐾🧡✨